Don’t tell me what to say
Unless you think you have your hand up my ass
My maker gave me a mouth, and I damn well will use it myself
Maybe you can make others turn their heads and move their arms to your whims
Yet you will never make me your wood-headed puppet, you ….
Cutting wood and working up a sweat
He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable
Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise
Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all
Wanting to feel the heat of her breath
As she whispers in my ear
Raising goosebumps on my arms… You know what?
Maybe I’ll finish this poem later
He felt his heart and arms ache with longing
Understanding the need for social distancing, but….
Going cold turkey for so long hurt his extroverted soul even more
Reaching from one horizon to the other
A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath
Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship
Lasting valentine to the age of steam
She cuddled up in my arms
Obscuring my face with her long hair
For a second I thought I would complain
Then I realized what I had and my heart grew…
Putting her lip out as far as it could go as the arms cross in front
Observe the slight tremble at the corner of her left eye where a tear threatens
Unless I am mistaken she has perfected the pose
The only question is how long till I capitulate?
Floating through the air
Laughing with unadulterated joy
Yielding finally to gravity, you fell
Into my waiting arms
Now you soar without me needing to catch you
God, I miss that job
Lincoln believed he was very confident in who he was, but still had this aching desire to be called pretty by someone. Hell, anyone. He was called many things, but never that magical word.
Finally, after a long time of searching everywhere, he finally heard the words, “You are pretty, Lincoln.” It put such a huge smile on his face.
He wished he could have hugged the man in the mirror who said it, but instead he wrapped his arms around himself. It might not be much, but it was a start.
He had to be the first to believe.
Puffed out bottom lip announced her displeasure
Over exasperated exhale followed
Uncrossed arms reversed that and assumed the position
That five-year-old really knew what she was doing